The number of beasts was finally dwindling. Not only because Shin and the girls were crushing through them like flies, but because Bob, the so-called Beastmaster, was faltering. His mana hemorrhaged with every second. His face was now more pale, sunken, twitching with nerves as some of his beasts slipped from his control and collapsed into twitching heaps, dying.
Shin scoffed under his breath, slicing down a rat the size of a pitbull.
Such a damn useful skill....wasted on an empty-brained mutt!!
This bastard was gifted a rare-class ability… and he's too fucking stupid to use it properly.
Every creature he summoned screamed potential—some spit venom hot enough to melt flesh, others had claws like meat hooks. The rats could tear through bone if they swarmed. But they didn't. They just scattered, charged out of sync, and attacked without purpose.
Whoever's pulling the strings is a damned idiot.
